#seductiononice

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seductiononice replied to your post: Baby I’ll treat you like my homework I’ll slam you...

“Yurio is only fifteen! Do not slam him!”

“For once, I agree with fatso.”

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@seductiononice​

“Need someone to sing at your wedding? I know a guy.” JJ beamed brightly to the other, not so subtly gesturing to himself. 

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@seductiononice || continued from x

    Upon hearing his newest comment, a bright smile formed upon her lips. “Don’t doubt yourself just yet. If I remember correctly, you got second play this year. And you were only less than a point away from gold.” Determination soon swept over her face as she shot her fist up slightly. “I believe and I know Viktor believes you’ll get gold.”

[victuriforever]

Tails of the Sea

The male panted as he lay on his back on the piece of wood as it gently floated on the ocean waves. He was clothed in things he’d found in a shipwreck. He wore the clothes well, like a model would, but he could still pass for a shipwreck victim. But he wasn’t. The wounds on his body came from his own kind. He shifted, running his hand lazily in the water. He wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere, he just needed to get away. Pulling the hand back, he fingered his hair, still unfamiliar with its new shortness. But he thought he’d blend in better this way, look more human than he would with his usual waist length hair. 

His name was Victor, and he had once been a mermaid. Still was, and always would be, actually. All he had to do was stick his legs in the ocean for his tail to return. But he didn’t, for multiple reasons. First, while he could freely transform between legs and fins, it was rather uncomfortable to do so. And second, he couldn’t let that cannibalistic tribe find him. Victor shuddered; he’d never experienced such brutality before, and he’d been luck to escape with his life. To him, bites and slashes on his body seemed a fair trade. He rubbed his arms absently; the air was chilly to his human form, and the clothes he wore were still damn. He would need to find some sort of land soon, before he froze to death. 

Of course, the ship found him first. Judging by look it was a pirate ship. Victor had only seen them from faraway before, but he was well familiar with the stories. Pirates were a barbaric type of human, living for the kill. Maybe he would have a better chance of surviving the cannibalistic tribe again instead of these pirates. He rolled carefully onto his stomach to try and paddle away, but it was too late. A shout went out as he was spotted and a moment later a longboat was put in the water. Victor was pulled roughly into the boat, his hands wrenched and tied behind his back. He opened his mouth in a soundless cry of pain.

He was in for it now. As a mermaid, he’d been known for his beauty. Even looking like a shipwreck victim, he knew he’d still be stunning to these males, saw it in their eyes as they hauled him onto the pirate ship and shoved him against the deck. Would they question him before they hurt him? It would be pointless either way. He couldn’t speak. He closed his eyes against the inevitable as the cry “Captain on deck!” rang out.

[yurioyo]

10: Want any piercings?

well, while i enjoy looking at piercings on other people, i could never get one bc im a wimp when it comes to needles. like i cried for two hours when i got my ears pierced rip

be nosy !!

[victuriforever]

Wolf Moon

Victor Nikiforov was many things. Tall, handsome, strong, a fierce hunter, determined. He was also an Alpha werewolf, and very sure in his power. He didn’t always look like a werewolf, but that was the point. Hard to hide from hunters if you walked around in your wolf pelt. 

He wasn’t all that old for a werewolf, just twenty seven. Young, when you considered that weres could live for centuries. His hair was silver, his eyes a piercing blue. His werewolf form had a mixture of silver and black hair. Some wolves had eyes that changed color, but his remained their unique shade. 

There was a storm tonight, one that raged fiercely with biting snows and wind. Cold, even for a werewolf. Usually he would stay in his cabin when such a storm raged, because there would be nothing more to hunt. And he would have been, were it not for his sensitive ears picking up the sounds of puppy cries. All his protective Alpha instincts went off, and there was no longer a choice of going home. Swinging the dead deer he was carrying higher onto his shoulder, he turned toward the wind. It was the only direction the sound could have come from.

Time passed, and Victor began to grumble. These human clothes he was wearing did not keep him warm in this kind of weather. Drawing a harsh breath, he closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated on his form. He didn’t completely change to wolf, since he had the deer carcass to deal with. But fur sprouted along his chest, cheeks, arms, and legs, providing another type of insulation aside from just his clothes. Ears grew fuzzy and shifted position, and he twisted to let his tail out the top of his pants. Now he was warmer. Satisfied, there werewolf continued on. 

He smelled the blood and fear before he found the pup. It was hard to see at first, covering under a broken tree, covered in snow. It looked to be about half the size of his own wolf form, but he had no way of knowing how old it really was. Werewolf size was not determined by age. He stared into the liquid brown eyes, eyes that held so much fear. It was definitely a werewolf, not just a wolf. 

Carefully, he set the dead deer down and got on his knees. He could tell it was male. And it was wounded, on body and spirit. This distressed the Alpha. He had never been one for the mistreatment of other werewolves, despite what social rank they might hold. He needed to get the pup home, but he wasn’t certain it would trust him enough. Not if it had been attacked by another of their kind. “Easy.” He murmured, holding furred hands up. “I won’t hurt you. Let’s get you out of this weather and home alright? Then we can take care of those wounds.”